damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
Irritation flickered in Damia's eyes, but she was either too bothered to protest or didn't want to seem petulant. (The first, most likely, because I'm not sulking meant just the opposite, even in her hazy brain.) Rather than leaning into the hand as she'd wanted to -- people rarely touched her this way -- she turned her face, tossing her gaze back out the window.
"And I think that's enough excitement for one night." Her last words, it seemed.